Near to Bethphage and Bethany, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two of His disciples to get a colt, never before ridden for Him, and the two went ahead of the others, finding the exact colt, just
as Jesus had said. Putting their garments on the back of the colt, Jesus straddled it and as He rode along, they spread their clothes before Him in the paths, numerous people joining in. A
crescendo of voices began to cry out when it was rehearsed amongst them the mighty acts that they had seen Jesus do. Praises and worship ensued, and loudly!

"Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest."

"I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out!"

Jesus paused at Jerusalem. The city where He'd written His name as His. Tears poured down His face as He prophesied. "If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which
belong unto thy peace! but now they are hid from thine eyes. For the days shall come upon thee, that thine enemies shall cast a trench about thee, and compass thee round, and keep thee in on every
side, And shall lay thee even with the ground, and thy children within thee; and they shall not leave in thee one stone upon another; because thou knewest not the time of thy visitation."

And he went into the temple and began to cast out them that sold therein, and them that bought, overturning the tables of the money changers. It was a market in what should have been highly
reverenced! They knew better! It was written in the law they studied from infant-hood!

"My house is the house of prayer: but ye have made it a den of thieves!"

Furious, the chief priests, chiefs, and scribes made up their minds. He would be destroyed, His Name blotted out, never to be heard from the lips of the people.